2004-11-15 - 3:10 p.m.

||chirping forever||

I'm sick to death of sneaks. Sneaky little gophers that make my fingers frosty. That make my back hard to bend and my insides hollow and and weak.

But, these gophers make it hard to want to do anything else. They encourage my lazy incliner to lean back further. To enjoy more warm treats and close my eyes for long periods of time.

And one of them is gnawing away at my intestines and taking all the nutrients and making it hard to me to retain any goodness.

Get back inside your storm cloud and ride deep into your shadow.

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